half assing the wrong things

[porpentinagoldstein]

[stfvangelina]

Angelina sat in the corner of the coffee shop, pulled into the closest form of a ball that she could pull off. In her hands was a steaming hot cup of butter beer, held close to her lips, yet not held to them, and a book. But nothing magical or fancy, but a true muggle book. Wicked, was the book actually and it was the most distracting thing Angelina had put her hands on since her first broomstick. Her mother was a muggle, so she preferred certain things to remain without magic and books had quickly become one of them. The chaser had owned this book about six months after its publication, but she found herself constantly reading and rereading the book when times got just a bit trickier. Taking a deep breath, she went to set the butter beer down only to nearly drop it when she saw someone standing above her, about to catch her attention. ''Merlin!'' Angelina shook, emptying her hands onto the table and looking up at the person. ''Can I help you?'' She said, her voice still shaking, but a laugh punctuating the sentence.

[stfvangelina]

hi all! i’m rachel, this is my first time in a golden era and this lovely bean but i’m super excited and i love this jelly bean so much so i’ll rant a little below the cut! 

Angelina is still in a state of shock from the battle, and doesn’t really think it happened. She doesn’t talk about it to anyone, she really just completely blocked out the entire event. She knows this isn’t healthy and knows that she’s going to explode with all these emotions at some point. But it completely convinced for the time being, she can just ignore it. 

Work has had her very busy- with everyone at this point trying to just move on from the loss and just get back to normal every day life. She’s been gorging herself with Quidditch, whether it be playing or writing about it. She’ll rewatch videos, research players or even bug the crap out of old friend and captain Oliver Wood. 

I really don’t know what else to say??? I’d like to keep as many things as canon while still making her my own, which i’m super excited about. don’t be afraid to message me with questions, plot ideas or just to talk because i’d love to love you all! 

[ofhotheads-blog]

EVER WONDER WHAT MY MUSE SAYS ABOUT YOURS?

Send me a symbol.

📖 for what my muse would write about yours in their diary. 📷 for what my muse would say to the paparazzi about yours. 💋 for what my muse would say to the person trying to woo your muse. 🔪 for the eulogy my muse would give for yours. 💌 for a letter my muse would write to yours. 📫 for a letter my muse would write about yours to a third party. 📨 for a text my muse would send to yours. 💬 for a text my muse would send to yours to a third party. 💀 for what my muse would say upon hearing about your muse’s death. 👪 for what my muse would say to your muse’s child about them. 👊 for what my muse would say upon hearing yours has been arrested. 💒 for the toast my muse would give at your muse’s wedding.

[tullipsink]

You don’t expect it to hurt as much because it was still just yesterday when I love you’s were being thrown around through a tired two am phone call or beneath the fabric of your warm colored bed sheets You don’t expect it to hurt as much because every laughter they have ever made come out of their mouth still repeats in your head as if you were just hearing it for the first time all over again Or maybe you do expect it to hurt so that’s why you stay up all night reading old conversations to try and figure out where everything went wrong And maybe you do expect it to hurt because you seen it coming from the moment they first told you how beautiful you really were and for once in your life you felt like it But what the fuck did you expect when love came knocking on your door with rosy cheeks and mixed color light brown eyes You don’t expect it to hurt as much as it does because you already seen your heart breaking before they even had a chance to realize they were holding it You don’t expect it to hurt as much until that day comes and you think my god this really fucking hurts

A.M.// 4am and tired (via tullipsink)

[y-o-u-t-h-s]

[stfvangelina]

my therapist: how has the past week been for you?

me: idk i don't remember

[wordsnquotes]

You are damaged and broken and unhinged. But so are shooting stars and comets.

Nikita Gill, “Shooting Stars and Comets”  (via musingrps)

[theliteraryjournals]

…One day—preferably when we’re both blind drunk—we can talk about it.

J.D. Salinger,  Franny and Zooey (via theliteraryjournals)